"How could it be so impossible to be an ordinary girl, in an ordinary world?"
Well this is not good at all.
I cannot assume anything else than I am in trouble, when I walk into my home and find my mom straight faced, sitting on the couch with my chemistry teacher Mrs Quevi and my principal Mrs Margis. Both are take no nonsense, very strict and straight to the point kind of women and both used to adore me, the principal for my manners and the fact that I was the president of the student's representative council last year and the middle aged, undervalued, overly qualified chemical science professor, remembered my name from the crowd because I won us the international science fair last year, our school taking first place out of ninety five schools from fifty two counties an
